The light hits my eyes in the first of the morning

I take in this spectrum of wonder of unlovely things can be balanced,

and yet the shadow me with despair (Rom. 18:19-22)

But it washes away when You come out

I see just how beautiful You are when You come out (Psalm 90:17 ; Song. 6:4)

The night seems disappear in You (Rev. 21:23)

I study the surface of this visage You've given

It speaks nothing of the things hidden

Buried beneath what needs improving lies an outcast unworthy of touching (2 Cor. 3:18)

How could something so utterly unspeakable be found in this

The ugliness of the horror of Your cross (Heb. 12:2)

It washes away when You come out